Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 365: Yin Bone Advancement, Accepting Disciples

"Gulu!"

Bai Shijiu's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed hard. He spoke carefully.

"But are they Senior Corpse's men?"

"tread!"

Dozens of humanoid puppets appeared, and a ten-foot-tall yellowish-brown stone statue walked out from behind the puppets.

A large hand with yellowish-brown stone and rock patterns like a palm-leaf fan stretched out.

"But Senior Corpse?"

Bai Shijiu had a solemn expression on his face. Seeing the stone statue was as imposing as a mountain and surrounded by the power of Wu Earth, it remained silent.

He slapped his storage bag, and a pale light flew out, transforming into a first-grade, top-grade bone puppet.

"Senior? If you do this again, I will fight back."

"Buzz!"

The Qi of foundation building flashed by, and the big hand covered with rock patterns like a cattail fan slapped it slowly but quickly.

Although Bai Shijiu was on full alert, he was still unable to resist and fell into a coma along with the Gray-Feathered Crow.

"Crash!"

The yellow-brown soil fell off, revealing a small silver-white animal with dark eyes in the stone statue.

Qijie hummed and activated the earth escape technique. The earth spiritual power gathered, and the topaz-colored spiritual light enveloped the two of them, and they escaped underground.

Half an hour later.

Hundreds of miles away from where Bai Shijiu landed, in a cave dozens of feet underground.

"Gulu.Gulu"

A scarlet blood pool was filled with gloomy energy, and the black-scaled blood beast was bound inside by dozens of dim yellow chains.

The magical power around Fang Yi's body flowed and turned into a gray-green Tai Chi diagram, which flowed endlessly.

"Oh, you're here? But it's a little early."

He glanced around and saw a topaz-colored light emerging from the ground and transforming into a small silver-white beast, dragging the unconscious Bai Shijiu.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and gray smoke, carrying a strong aura of decay, enveloped the monk.

Mu Dao Illusion Technique: Wan Ye Fei Hua Jue.

"I'll discuss other matters after I refine the Dark Yin Bone. This black-scaled blood beast is full of essence and blood, and contains the blood of a dragon.
If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know how much more time I will have to spend on refining my Yin Bone.”

Looking at Bai Shijiu who was completely trapped in the illusion and whose magic power and soul were blocked, Fang Yi nodded slightly. It was he who had created the sound-transmitting jade talisman.

But now that he had the chance, with the help of the Seven Rings' earth escape technique, he discovered the second-order Yin Vein underground, and it was more important to refine the Nether Corpse.

Looking at the gurgling evil energy gushing out of the blood pool, Fang Yi nodded in satisfaction.

“I originally wanted to find a first-grade Yin Vein, but I didn’t expect that there was a second-grade, low-grade Yin Vein just a few hundred miles away from Xiaoyuan Ridge.

Although it is only tiny, it can be stimulated by stimulating its essence and completing a ritual."

Fang Yi used his magical power to raise the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins.

A dim yellow mist swirled around, and strange and profound runes flowed on the banner.

"The Secret Method of Corpse Dao: True Blood Offering Primordial Sacrifice!"

"boom!"

The Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner fell into the blood pool, and strange and deep runes fell down, and the shadow of a corpse-pile land emerged.

An old man with a green face and fangs, wearing a black robe, with a sinister expression, dark pupils, and black spots all over his hands, stepped into the Yinmai blood pool with a bronze axe in his arms.

"Gulu.Gulu"

Yin energy flowed, and the shadow of an ancient bronze altar appeared.

The sounds of sucking, chewing, and bones breaking echoed in the cave.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression calm. Refining corpses was his forte in his previous life, and he had accumulated a lot of experience in this.

Now, there is the help of the second-level spiritual land of corpses, and the second-level medium-grade black-scaled blood-transforming beast as a sacrifice.

With the help of the secret method of corpse-cultivation, the true blood offering sacrifice, and the quasi-magic weapon, the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, refining the underworld corpse is just a matter of spending a little more effort.

A soft sigh was heard in the cave.

"disease!"

Seeing that the Yin Bone completely devoured the black scales and blood, the Qi continued to rise. In just a few days, it reached the peak of the second-level intermediate grade.

Fang Yi's hands, with distinct joints, changed the spells and cast a series of corpse-refining seals.

The secret art of the corpse way: the Xuanyin Shengyuan method.

"Crash!"

The rich Yin energy was extracted, and the pure corpse energy fell from the corpse spirit land in the withered and flourishing banner of the ruins world.

"Roar!"

Yin Gu let out a long howl towards the sky, and a dim yellow corpse gas rose into the sky.

"boom!"

The corpse with a green face, fangs, black spots all over, and holding a bronze axe, broke through the bottleneck after a period of stagnation in cultivation.

Second-grade top-grade corpse bones!

Fang Yi saw that the Yin Bone was surrounded by the dim corpse aura, and he only broke through to the upper level of the second level, but he was already running out of energy.

He shook his head in understanding, and with a push of his fingertips, he urged the magic power, and the Ruins Realm Withering Banner swallowed it into the small cave to nurture the corpse spirit land.

"kindness?

The fake elixir was refined from the corpse of a monk. Even with the flesh and blood of many monks, it still needed some time to be tempered.

However, being nourished by the corpse-pile land can also replenish one's foundation."

Fang Yi's eyes were deep, as if looking through the underground caves, at Xiaoyuanling where flocks of crows swarmed.

"We are ready to seize the Xiaoyuanling Dark Market."

A second-grade top-grade corpse, Li Wuhui and himself, three warriors in the late stage of foundation building.

With such combat power, they are already the top group of cultivators in Dayun's world of immortal cultivation.

Even if Master Qinghuai was still in the market town, Fang Yi would not use his quasi-magic weapon, and the three of them together would be enough to storm the market town.

"Besides, this market can be taken by wits, there's no need for a violent attack."

Fang Yi's gaze fell on Bai Shijiu, who was trapped in an illusion and had a dazed look on his face. He pointed his fingertips and cast a small purification spell.

At the same time, his bones crackled with a crisp sound, and transformed into the appearance of Yin bones. Half an hour later.

"Hmm~"

Bai Shijiu groaned, slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and felt the magic power flowing again in his meridians.

The large yellow-brown stone hand like a palm-leaf fan that he had worn before he fell into a coma appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. His face changed and he suddenly woke up.

His whole body was filled with magical power, his face flushed, his blood and essence were burning, and he was about to use the blood escape technique to escape.

"Blood Escape Technique? You have some talent for it, young man."

A hoarse voice sounded, corpse qi surged, and a mighty aura descended.

"Young man, since you have come to see me, why are you so cautious? Will I eat you?
Lift your head!

"senior?!"

Bai Shijiu's muscles tensed, and he immediately raised his head cautiously.

I saw an old monk with a haggard face, white hair and a youthful face, sitting cross-legged.

A white bone lotus pedestal, emitting jade light, held it up. As it inhaled and exhaled, the rich yin energy was refined by it.

"Zhu Yan Bai Gu Guan?!"

Bai Shijiu was shocked and suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the corpse master called him over.

'Master Corpse is also a senior in the White Bone Sect, but I don't know why he is acting in secret now?
No! This level of cultivation? ! !'

Bai Shijiu's face looked grim, knowing that he was involved in the internal strife within the family, and he spoke each word with difficulty.

"A great monk in the late stage of foundation building!"

"You, young man, do have some knowledge."

Seeing Bai Shijiu like this, Fang Yi realized that he had already fallen into his own calculations and regarded himself as a cultivator from the Baigu Sect.

He smiled playfully.

“However, I was ultimately unable to establish my foundation, and my eyesight is a little poor.

My name is Yin Gu. I wonder if you, a young man, have any impression of me?"

"Master Yin Gu?!!"

Thinking of the records in the sect's list of white bones and ghosts, Bai Shijiu felt more and more bitter in his heart. He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and spoke respectfully.

"Bai Shijiu, an inner disciple of the White Bone Sect, greets Master Yin Gu. I wonder what instructions Master has for calling me here."

“You are quite clever, young man, but please don’t mention the title of Master.

Bai Jiujiu?"

"The disciple is here!"

Fang Yi looked at the monk who was prostrating himself on the ground with respectful words, his heart as calm as water.

He knew very well that these disciples of the evil sect had been fighting with their fellow disciples and competing with their friends since they joined the sect.

Only after going through countless conspiracies and bloody storms can one become an inner disciple.

His respectful attitude now is nothing more than the intimidation of the Yin Bone’s cultivation in the late stage of foundation building.

"The inner disciples of the sect are divided into two branches. Those who practice Zhu Yan Bai Gu Guan are given the surname Bai, and those who practice Bai Gu Mo Shen Fa are given bone names. After establishing the foundation of Taoism, they can choose their own Taoist names.

White nineteen?
Among the inner disciples practicing "Zhu Yan Bai Gu Guan", you rank nineteenth.

If I remember correctly, among the inner disciples of the sect, those who rank in the top ten in the White Bone Meridians will be given the opportunity to build their foundation.

The rest is just cultivation resources. Bai Shijiu, do you want to build your foundation?"

"Do you want to build your foundation?"

Fang Yi's hoarse voice echoed in Bai Shijiu's ears. His heart was pounding and his thoughts were in turmoil.

After a while, he spoke in a dry voice.

"Disciple wants to!"

"Want to? I'll give you a chance."

The inner disciples of the White Bone Sect light soul lamps in the sect's ancestral hall. If a magic ban is set up in the soul of a cultivator, it will inevitably alarm the guarding immortal.

Therefore, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and raised a bronze wine vessel, which floated in the air and emitted spiritual light.

"Leave a drop of your blood, and from today on, you will be my Yin Bone disciple.

Foundation building?

It’s just a piece of cake.”

A sinister look flashed across Bai Shijiu's eyes.

But he knew that no matter why this Yin Gu Zhenren's cultivation level fell, he was still a great cultivator in the late foundation building stage.

He was just an eighth-level Qi training cultivator. Even though he was known as the foundation-building seed and had established the foundation of Taoism, he was powerless to resist in the hands of Yin Gu.

What's more, he came with the jade talisman to visit the corpse master of unknown origin, also to seek an opportunity.

Competition is fierce within the White Bone Sect.

Both "Zhu Yan's View of White Bones" and "The Magic of the White Bones" are third-level inheritances.

Once a cultivator practices this method to build a foundation, his fellow cultivators will use it as the best spiritual material for refining magical instruments and puppets.

'Forget it. Even if the essence and blood fall into the hands of others, there will be endless troubles.

But after all, I have a backer. No matter what the outcome is, it is better than being refined into a skeleton puppet.'

Bai Shijiu knew that if it were an ordinary cultivator, he might still be able to escape because of his insufficient cultivation.

As a disciple at the eighth level of Qi training, he would surely have been targeted by the ten major disciples who practiced "Zhu Yan Bai Gu Guan" early on.

Once a disciple from the same batch advances to the foundation-building stage, he will definitely come looking for me.

He used his painstakingly cultivated body and soul to refine magical instruments and bone puppets to overcome the weak period of advancing to the foundation-building stage.

Pale magical power flowed around Bai Shijiu's body. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and struck his chest. A drop of bright red blood was forced out and fell into the bronze goblet.

Seeing this, Fang Yi nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, and put away the bronze goblet.

With this essence and blood in his hand, Bai Shijiu was already in his own hands.

"Bai Shijiu, from today on, you are my ninth disciple of Yin Gu.

What is the current situation in Xiaoyuanling Market? How many foundation-building masters are there in charge? What hidden tricks are they using?

Furthermore, how many cultivators practicing Zhu Yan's White Bone Contemplation who rank ahead of you in the market are there?"

(End of this chapter)